Beijing.
The spring breeze has become much warmer, and the trees by the roadside have sprouted new buds. The originally dull streets have been revitalized, an expanse of green stretches endlessly, teeming with life, making people's mood brighter.
It has just rained at night, so the road surface is still somewhat wet.
Bo Wen carried a small bamboo cage, coming down from the back mountain. The treatment center was located here because there are many "treasure" medicinal materials on the back mountain, which is good for usual picking.
Because it had rained, the road was somewhat muddy. He descended the mountain at a very slow pace, unable to help but look up at the sky and sigh: "These heartless people left me alone here; I really am meant for toil."
Old Fu has left such a huge mess for him; he really trusts him.
Complaints aside, work still needs to be done.
He continued down the mountain.
Arriving at the intersection, he was just about to return to the treatment center.
